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Live from Liverpool's View Two Gallery

by Moss & Jones

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We played a set for the wonderful Liverpool Acoustic at Liverpool's gorgeous View Two gallery in the summer of 2014. It sounded like this.

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released September 5, 2014

Photograph by Graeme Lamb media.graemelambmedia.net (photo edited by us). Thanks to Liverpool Acoustic liverpoolacoustic.co.uk for having us, special thanks to Graham Holland for being a marvellous host and compère!

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Moss & Jones Merseyside, UK

The folk-inspired duo Moss & Jones consists of Ruth Moss & Marc Jones, a multi-instrumental musical couple (just married!) from Merseyside!

Folky goodness" - RatholeRadio.org
"That old English folky feel but with a sense of...something in the woodshed" - LIverpoolBands.co.uk
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Track Name: Sally
I've never met a girl as brilliant and beautiful as you Sally
Rarer than strings of pearls and brighter, and warmer too my Sally

Chorus
But you went away and I miss you. I dream every day of what we'll do when you're back.

Lady you light a room as soon as you walk in it my Sally
Darling you have a charm but there's nothing false in it my Sally

Chorus

You're stronger than you think and love with a fierceness that's uncanny
Brave, too brave to sink if darkness besets you at times Sally

Chorus

Back, linking my arm again; we'll have the time of our lives and you know I missed you, you.

I've never met a girl as brilliant and beautiful as you Sally, as brilliant and beautiful as you Sally.
Track Name: Bad Sitcom
I’m not sulking
There’s nothing wrong, I’m fine, just walk away
Yes, I’m sulking
But I haven’t the right to feel this way

I feel like
A cactus, prickly and dry
And all I say
Just sounds insufferably wry
I used feel so soft, and just a little daft

It’s not my fault
I’m reacting to you, you get the blame
It’s not your fault
I’m pretty sure I let it get this way

I feel like
A cactus prickly and dry
And all I say
Just sounds insufferably wry
I used to be so soft, and just a little daft

When did it happen? What did I become?
I’m like a girlfriend in a bad sitcom.
I’m always right; I just want to be wrong!
I’m like a girlfriend in a bad sitcom.

I’ll start over
As knowing everything just makes me tired
I’ll remember
That we are meant to be, and we are kind
And just a little daft
Track Name: Millbrook
We dug in the garden and found little tiles there in the soil, turquoise and blue
The turquoise tiles had gold round the edges, so we played with them as if they were magic money.

And do you remember that later that year we dug further under the soil bank?
We found an ancient fireplace denuded of its tiles; that was our magic money.

The ice van on that old estate drove around and around in the winter months
I’m not sure what it was selling then, but it probably wasn’t ice cream.

We stood in that garden as dusk turned to nightfall, wearing our nighties, two little girls.
If we had had lanterns we would look like ‘carnation lily lily rose’ the painting.

And did you stand with me as I saw the comet blazing its trail across the sky?
I was just eight years old; you were turning seven in two weeks; did you see Halley’s comet?

The ice van on that old estate drove around and around in the winter months
I’m not sure what it was selling then, but it probably wasn’t ice cream.

Dramatis personae: the boy learning ballet, sunbathing Sandra, Aunt Barbara
And so many more: that petty woman who put the bollards up for her personal car park.

Perpetual sunshine is what I remember from holidays when let loose from school
Where we sang about worlds without flowers, air without breeze and skies without any sunshine.

The ice cream van on that old estate drove around and around in the winter months
I’m not sure what it was selling then, but it probably wasn’t ice cream
Oh sister, sister mine so much time has passed; too much to unwind
When Halley comes again, will you watch with me in the garden?

We dug in the garden and found little tiles there in the soil, turquoise and blue
The turquoise tiles had gold round the edges, so we played with them as if they were magic money.
Track Name: Let No Man Steal Your Thyme
Traditional:
Come all you fair and tender maids that flourish in your prime; beware, and keep your gardens fair. Let no man steal your thyme (etc)!
For when your time is past and gone he'll care no more for you, and in the place your thyme was waste, he'll spread all o'er with rue (etc)!
A woman is a branchy tree and man's a clinging vine, and from her branches, carelessly, he'll pluck what he can find (etc)!
Come all you fair and tender maids that flourish in your prime; beware, and keep your gardens fair. Let no man steal your thyme (etc)!
Track Name: Shepherd's Delight (It's Not Time To Go To Bed)
The moon’s a ghost in the blue
Not a cloud in sight; the heat is still here too
Church bells ring; we all count to eight
It’s starting to get late; what to do?

The stars come out in the east
One by one they blink; the sky’s still pink in the west
Wine bottle empty on the grass
But we all have a glass, and it’s full

And it’s not time to go to bed, not yet, let’s stay up a little while longer
And it’s not time to go to bed, not yet, let’s stay up a little while longer

The solar lights have come on
Twinkling in the tree; it means there’s no more sun
Church bells from far across the town
Chime in their countdown; one to nine

But it’s not time to go to bed, not yet, let’s stay up a little while longer
It’s not time to go to bed, not yet, let’s stay up a little while longer

Summer won’t be here forever; autumn will creep up on us before we know
And let’s make the most of the summer by staying out here

And this is twilight now
Flower colours dim; they seem larger somehow
Ten chimes; or was it eleven?
Or even more again? We don’t know.

‘Cause it’s not time to go to bed, not yet, let’s stay up a little while longer
And it’s not time to go to bed, not yet, let’s stay up a little while longer
And it’s not time to go to bed, not yet, let’s stay up a little while longer
And it’s not time to go to bed, not yet, let’s stay up a little while longer.
Track Name: Mysterious Cities of Gold / Gaudete
Children of the sun, see, your time has just begun! Searching for your way through adventures every day.
Every day and night with the Condor in flight, and your friends in tow, search for the cities of gold.
Ahhhh, someday we will find the cities of gold!
Ooh la la, ahhhh, ooh la la cities of gold etc.